Hoshor Plains Quicker than falling asleep.

She may have startled him with her sudden appearance, but he wouldn’t let it go that easy. A mischievous smile rested on his lips, wondering if she were actually hungry or just fooling around as young wolves liked to do. But given the circumstances surrounding them, the devastation and the famine, Emrik couldn’t be to sure. If she were hungry, he wouldn’t deny her anything. For he recognizes her not only as a packmate but also as Speedy’s daughter, from her scent he distinguished her as Spica. Although from a distance he doubted he’d be able to tell her and her twin sister apart.

Coming up behind her, he lightly nipped at her ankles and then at her side. If she didn’t stop, he might have to take more drastic measures. He gave a hearty laugh, hoping she might come to a stop upon realizing he wasn’t angry.